Sinnerman Iconoclast: Against the World in the Palm of My Hands.

“Since the time of The Fall, I have been haunted by what we, in our reckless pursuit of hedonistic indulgence, gave birth to. The young do not desire the discipline of a path, but rather their curiosity drives them to try every fruit from the tree of life. Thus it is that so many take the Path of Wandering or the Path of Damnation in their first years of adulthood, and so the great tragedy of our kind is played out again and again as the number of kindred souls shrink from generation to generation. Though our dreams once overturned worlds and quenched suns, we are now but fitful shadows clinging to the edge of existence. All the stars in the sky cannot blot out the hateful glare of a Red Moon’s Eye. The birthing place of a Great Enemy pulses with all the malice of a daemon that is dreaming, casting its shadow over all we have ever done and all we ever shall. Every twisted strand of Fate and casting of the Runes leads me to this time, to this place, and it is clear that the final test awaits me at the stage of the world. A conflict the likes of which has not been seen since people warred amongst themselves is coming and all my steps lead towards it, no matter that I walk other paths. I see the stars stained red with the blood of others and, though their selfish interests no longer concern me and I would gladly let them destroy one another, I know that to avoid this burden is to condemn myself to inevitable suffering. And though all I see is darkness, I know that I will not flinch from my manifested destiny. “